Felicity Pt 01 1

City was laying on the bleachers, waiting on Rachel to finish track practice. She always waited on her sister and they walked home together. Usually she read a book, but today she was doing homework and kicking her feet to the music blaring in her ears. Three more weeks, she told herself. Two for homework, three to be free. It was so close she could taste it! College was going to be her first time away from home, her first time on her own, her first time out of state. It felt like her life wasn't going to start until she got out of Missouri.

A hand on her arm made her jump and she yanked her earphones out to turn and look up. Dillon Alder was standing there, looking pale and terrified. He was a quiet boy, always kept to himself. Sometimes those mysterious types were sexy, but not Dillon. He was cute-ish, but he wasn't hot. He might have been more attractive if he weren't so creepy. He had been secretly voted most likely to shoot up the school.

City pulled her other earphone out and sat up, looking up at him and giving him her attention.

"Uhh... Hey Felicity. Umm. I was wondering if maybe you'd want to hang. Watch a movie?"

City blinked at him. No one asked for dates anymore, they flirted on snapchat until it became a thing. And Dillon? Yikes. Would he freak if she said no? She managed an awkward smile and looked up at him.

"Umm, how about you give me your snap? We can hit each other up and talk with..."

"I don't have that. I just... I thought maybe we could go eat, go to a movie? There's a new romantic comedy out with that dude every girl is so hot on..."

"Oh. Umm. Actually, you know what? We can go to a movie, but only if it's that new scifi movie with Katie Sackhoff."

"Seriously?" he asked, his face lighting up.

"Sure. Tonight or tomorrow?"

"Either, whatever night you aren't busy!"

"I'm never busy unless I am late turning in a library book," she laughed. "So you have a phone? Here, let me put my number in. There you go. Check showtimes and give me a call. K?"

"Sure, yeah!" he said excitedly. She had never seen him smile before, or so animated. She almost felt bad that she fully intended to blow him off when he called. Come up with a believable excuse. "So you like scifi? Really?" he asked.

She smiled and pulled the book she was currently reading out of her bag, showing him the cover.

"That's a great series! I love it! You know they are making it into a TV series?"

"Yeah, I hope they don't ruin it. I'm on my third reread of the series, I feel like they are family at this point. If the show ruins it, it will break my heart."

"Right?"

"Cool. I guess I will talk to you later then?" she asked, picking her geometry book back up.

"Yeah! Yeah, I will see you soon. Bye Felicity!"

"It's just City! Later!"

City had almost forgotten him when he called later, she was so engrossed in her book. "Yeah?" she answered the unfamiliar number.

"Hey! It's Dillon, I am here!"

"Here? I thought you were going to call me with a time?"

"Oh... I thought you said call when I was here?"

"I... I didn't even know you had my address?"

"We used to ride the same bus, remember?"

"Oh, yeah, I guess we did, but that was years ago. Elementary school."

"Yeah, I never forgot. So, movie starts soon. If we hurry we won't miss the trailers."

"Umm..." She wracked her brain, trying to think of an excuse, but he was right there outside her house in his car.

Shit.

She did NOT want to do this.

"I did the tickets online so we could just walk in when we got there. Felicity?" he asked.

"Umm, yeah, I am here Dillon. I... I thought you were going to call. My mom isn't feeling so great, I am not sure I should leave her here alone."

"Oh. Umm. Sure, yeah. I understand. No big. I will grab my little brother, he wanted to see it anyway."

"Sorry Dillon. I didn't have your number and I thought you would call sooner."

"Yeah. No. Got it, it's cool."

He hung up and City sighed. He'd sounded pissed and she felt terrible. Would a movie have been so bad?

Yes.

Dillon Alder creeped her out, no matter how nice he had seemed that afternoon.

~

Dillon sat in his car and watched her silhouette pacing across the window.

Lying cunt.

Her mom was at work, her car was gone and she worked nights at the ER. Her little sister was gone too, she'd gone to her friends house for the weekend.

Why had she cancelled? She'd said yes, she had smiled, they had things in common. Why had she lied?!?

She was another stuck up cunt, just like the other cunts at school.

~

City paced, looking down at her phone. Her finger was hovering over the callback symbol. One movie wouldn't be so bad? She would be leaving in three weeks. Spend the Summer with her dad, then heading to South Carolina. Two hours wouldn't kill her. She didn't want to be that girl who judged someone without knowing them at all. Two hours and she would be back home, getting ready for bed.

She hit the call button and put the phone to her ear. It rang in her ear just as the front door opened. She spun, surprised, and Dillon was standing there, glowering. His phone ringing in his back pocket.

"Dillon?" she asked fearfully, hanging up. His phone stopped ringing and he seemed to suddenly make the connection. His scowl turned confused.

"You were calling me?" he asked cautiously.

City was in full on panic mode on the inside, but her mind raced. He was here, in her home because she had spurned him. He had walked right in, ready to do... whatever it was he had planned on doing to her. He knew she was alone somehow. She had to play this right, not upset him. "Hey, yeah. I was just calling you back... umm. I'm sorry, I totally lied about having to stay home. It was shitty of me, but I really hate being put on the spot and I have these panic attack issues. I thought you were going to call, but then when you were just here, I sort of panicked. I'm sorry. I was calling to ask if you still wanted to go?"

"You were?"

"Yeah. Umm, what are you doing here? Why didn't you knock?"

He looked spooked now and she knew he was trying to come up with an answer. She had backed him into a corner, would he freak out?

"I guess you saw me in the window?" she asked, giving him an out.

"Yeah, I saw you pacing. You seemed upset. I was going to see if you were ok?"

"Yeah, I guess a lot of people know about my anxiety, right?" she laughed. It was a well known thing at school. "So, did you still want to go?"

"Yeah, of course," he said, but he still seemed aloof and wary.

"Cool, let me get my shoes and text my mom, tell her where I will be."

"You still have to tell your mom where you are going?" he asked with a halfhearted laugh. "Aren't you eighteen?"

"Yeah, it's just a common courtesy thing, right? I live here, she still worries. Be right back!"

She ran up to her room and pulled her shoes on, then started to text her mom to come and get her right away at the theatre.

"This your room?" he asked from the doorway and she jumped.

"Uhh, yeah."

"Cool phone," he said, taking it out of her hand before she could react. He read the text as she jumped up and made a grab for it. "So were you really calling me to go out, or was it something else?" he asked coldly.

"I was calling you to go out," she answered softly. "But when you walked in without knocking, it scared me. Can I have my phone please?"

"Not yet. So did you really cancel because you had an anxiety attack, or was it because you didn't want to go? And you called back because you felt sorry for me? Be honest. You think what everyone else thinks, right? I'm weird. I will shoot up the school? Yeah, I know about that. Assholes. I thought you were different. You were different like me. I thought you weren't like them."

"I'm not like anyone, Dillon, I am only me. I was calling you back to go see the movie. I wanted to watch it with you, maybe talk about the other books we both like. I do think you are weird, because you are. Weird is good though, right? I am a different kind of weird. Weird people make life interesting. Right?"

"Are you patronizing me, Felicity? I know you are super smart. You have to know I am too. Difference between us? You spend your extra time reading books. I spend my time reading people. I am usually pretty good at it, but I think I pegged you wrong. Which sucks, because I wanted you to be different. I mean, I thought if I found a cool girl, she would be hard to look at. You are hot in a sloppy sort of way. That's part of what I liked though, you didn't care. You don't care. You aren't trying to impress anyone, you just exist in your own world. In your books. I thought you would be different than the other people."

"So because I got spooked when you barged in, I am just another sheep? How is that fair? I WAS calling to ask you to take me to the movie. If you are so good at reading people, you know that's the truth! You know what? I don't need to explain myself to you! Give me my phone and get out!"

"Lower your voice and watch your tone. I do not like to be yelled at."

"I don't care what you like! Get out of my house!"

His hand shot out and he smacked her mouth hard enough to snap her head back and split her lip.

"That hurt! You just hit me! Why would you..?"

"Shut up! Just shut your mouth. Sit down."

"My mom is going to be home any minute! If you aren't gone when she..."

"Shut up! Lying cunt! I KNOW your mom won't be home till morning. I know your sister won't be home till Sunday. Don't ever lie to me again. I hate liars!"

"Dillon, please, just give me my phone and go? We can talk about this tomorrow, or Monday? At school?"

"Shut up and sit down. I need to think a minute."

"Dillon, we can just..."

"I said shut up! Shut up. I need to think."

Felicity sat on her bed fearfully and wiped the blood off of her lip. She felt tears beginning, but oddly her adrenaline was too high for panic to set in. He stood in front of her, his eyes looking through her bed as his hand clenched and opened. His jaw clenched and unclenched along with his fist. She tried to stay quiet, but it was hard to do. She wanted to talk him down, convince him everything would be ok. She wanted to make a break for the door and run. Anything but just sit there and wait for him to decide his next step of crazy.

She decided to throw him off. "So, you know that Wheel of Time is my favorite book series. At least you know that I like it a lot. It is my favorite. What's yours?"

"Be quiet."

"I like Lord of the Rings, of course. Obviously. A Song of Ice and Fire. Green Rider. Crown of Stars. You like any of those?"

"You don't understand what 'be quiet' means?"

"Sure I do. I just... I don't like it when people are upset. I don't want to just sit here while you are obviously unhappy. I want to fix it."

"Because of your anxiety?"

"I guess that's some of it. Dillon? Can we just go to the movie? You can hold onto my phone. We can go watch the movie and just chill out, both of us."

"Too late for that, isn't it?" he asked with an angry sigh. "Whatever. Get up, let's go," he said grumpily.

As soon as she stood, he took hold of her arm and led her downstairs and out the door to his car. He pushed her in from the drivers side, still holding onto her, then locked the doors before starting the car.

"Seatbelt," he demanded.

"Sure," she said quietly, wondering if she could jerk the door open, roll out and get to the house and lock the door before he caught her.

He leaned up and pulled something out from under his seat. It was a knife over a foot and a half long with jagged teeth along the back side. He turned it in the light as she looked at it fearfully.

"Don't," he said simply.

Felicity pulled her seatbelt on and clicked it, then looked back at him. He put the knife in his other hand and started the car. She sat quietly in the passenger seat, huddled down and trembling. He stared straight ahead, looking angry and resolved. That terrified her.

When he turned and got on the highway, she sat up worriedly. They were leaving town? "We aren't going to the movie?" she asked fearfully.

"No we aren't going to the fucking movie. Really Felicity? Did you think I was that easy to placate? I would just take you to a movie, hang out with you, take you home and it would all be over so you could tattle and make up stories and be a victim? All you cunts love to be fucking victims, don't you?"

"I... I won't tell Dillon. I won't say anything to anyone. I know it was a misunderstanding and I should never have lied to you. It was my own fault for that, and I..."

"Shut up. Stop patronizing me."

Felicity hugged herself and curled up on the seat. "Are you going to kill me?" she asked him in a barely audible whisper.

He looked at her then, finally. It was a considering look, an appraisal. He didn't answer, he turned back to the highway and reached down and turned on the radio. He turned it up loud enough to make her cover her ears.

They drove for over an hour, her curled up and sobbing for over half of it. When he finally pulled off the highway, he also turned down the music.

"Open the glove box, get a napkin and wipe your fucking face," he demanded.

She quickly did as she was told, then sat clutching the napkin. She was quiet as he drove down a quiet, dark, secluded road, but when he turned onto a gravel road, she spoke up. "Where are you taking me? Is there a place you know here, or are you just driving and finding a place to dump my body?"

He snorted in amusement and glanced at her again, but didn't answer. He turned down another gravel road as if he knew where he was going though, and that gave her some comfort. When he turned into a driveway, she started feeling queasy again. Whatever he was going to do to her, it was about to happen. They were almost there.

The driveway was long with a lot of overhanging trees. It had been made through the middle of the woods and it was twisty and full of deep ruts that made his car bottom out more than once. Finally, they emerged into a small clearing and his headlights shone on... something. It took her a moment to figure out that there was a house under all of those vines and overgrown bushes. No, not a house. A trailer. A very old trailer.

"What is this place?" she asked fearfully.

"It used to be my grandfathers. He died. It's been empty for over two years. Stay right there, seatbelt on until I come around. Do you understand?"

"Yes Dillon," she said meekly, but she was planning. There was no way he could find her in those woods.

He came around and pulled her out of the car, his long fingers closing around her upper arm in a vice grip. He dragged her to the trailer, up the tilted and rotting stairs, then unlocked the door with a key he had on his keyring. He pulled her into the dark room and shut the door. Fear clawed at her throat as smells assaulted her. It was musty and dirty and there was something dead somewhere. There could be anything in there in the dark, waiting to leap out at them!

A light made her jerk, but it was his phone as he shone it in front of him. He shoved her down to her knees before letting her go and going to turn on a battery powered lantern on the coffee table. Once he had that on, he turned on another one on the dining table.

It was a small trailer, the kitchen and living space open to each other and a small, short hall that ended in a door. There was another door on the wall of the hallway. It was easy to deduce the small space was the bathroom and the bedroom was at the end of the hall.

"Couch," he demanded, going into the kitchen and pulling a cupboard under the sink open.

Felicity got up and turned to the couch, then darted for the door and tried to jerk it open. It was locked. She heard him snort derisively as he stood up with something in his hand. He came back into the living room, opening it. It was clothesline rope.

"That was stupid, Felicity. I was prepared to be gentle with you, try it the nice way first, but..."

"You can't blame me for being afraid!"

He slapped her again, hard enough to drop her to the floor on her hands and knees. "That is the last warning you get. Never raise your voice to me. Never."

"Allright Dillon," she whispered, her head spinning. She pressed her hand to her jaw, but it was immediately jerked away as he pulled her up by her arm. She swayed and her knees tried to give underneath of her, but he held her up.

"I come here most weekends to hunt. I know this place, I know these woods. You won't get away even if you do get out of the trailer. I have traps everywhere, you'd break your ankle and it would just piss me off. Stand up Felicity!"

"It's just City," she said numbly, then gestured at the couch.

He shoved her onto it and she clutched the edge and tried to get her bearings. "There's no electricity out here, but I am working on it. The water is tapped into an underground cistern, so that's good. No hot showers, but I have a tank hooked up to the gas stove. You can heat water and have a warm bath."

"You aren't going to kill me?" she asked numbly.

"Just because you assholes say I would shoot up the school doesn't mean I would. Stupid cunt."

"You are going to leave me out here?" she asked, confused.

"Only for a couple weeks, till school is out. And I will be back some nights and weekends. Hold your hands up here."

He tied her hands together, wrapping the rope loosely around her wrists several times before twisting it and wrapping it around the loose rope between her wrists. It tightened the rope on her wrists significantly. He tied it off, then pulled and tugged on it, making sure it was secure.

"Are you going to rape me?" she asked, tears falling from her eyes.

"A lot. At least until you decide you are into it. Then we'll just be fucking."

Felicity broke down sobbing again. She wasn't a virgin. The neighbor boy had come home from college two years back and gotten her drunk. She didn't remember most of it, just that she was sore the next morning on top of the horrible hangover. He pretended it never happened and so had she. Still, she was afraid and she felt helpless and hopeless. She was at his mercy.

If she could get through this though, he would leave her out here alone and she could find a way to get away. The ropes would be easy to cut once he left.

He sat down on the couch, leaning back on the arm, facing her. "You been fucked?" he asked. "I know you have never had a boyfriend."

"Yes. Liam Carmichal."

"Your neighbor? He is way older, isn't he?"

"Yes. We were drunk."

"So he raped you."

"No. I didn't say no. I kissed him back when he kissed me."

"You can't consent if you are drunk. Everyone knows that."

"He was drunk too."

"Bet he wasn't. If he was too drunk he couldn't have fucked you. No. He raped you. Got you drunk, gave you attention, kissed you, made you think it had been mutual. Bet it wasn't. Not you. Bet you don't remember it, do you?"

"What does that have to do..."

"Did he talk to you after? The next day? The next week? If it was mutual, he still talked to you after. If you said no, if it was rape, he suddenly pretended you didn't exist. Like if he ignored you it would all go away. He ignored you, didn't he?"

Felicity felt her cheeks burning and her mind was working frantically.

"Doesn't really matter now though, does it?" he asked. "I don't care about the virgin bullshit some guys care about. All I care about is that mine is the only dick you'll be getting from now on. You ever sucked dick before Felicity?"

"No," she whispered, closing in on herself more.

"I never ate pussy before either, but I want to try it. You get yourself off? Fingers, rubbing on yourself or vibrator? Don't give me that look, just answer the fucking question. Do you make yourself come?"